Cold has chosen (me)
Its such a sweet music
Blame the world if you wish,
But counting tears will not make you rich,
Beautiful things to look at;
I think she might be contageous
It’s driving me
the marvelous flowers, trees and whole fields of green.
And I am glad, for I see the sun rising and smile.
if you can’t play pretend,
there’s something wrong with your head.
newspapers with stories of me being an axe-wielding, sodomizing, brain-washing, con-man, criminal, ninja-warrior-wannabe, living amongst the unknowing masses.
Because real martial artists do not just work for
their personal success, but for the success and honour of others and